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OPPORTUNITY
By Edward Rowland Sill
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PICKETT’S CHARGE
By Fred Emerson Brooks
“INASMUCH....”
By Edwin Markham
TO GERMANY
By George Sterling
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TO THE WAR-LORDS
By George Sterling
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PAULINE PAVLOVNA
By T. B. Aldrich
(Scene: Petrograd. Period: The present time. A ballroom in the
winter palace of the prince. The ladies in character costumes and
masks. The gentlemen in official dress and unmasked, with the
exception of six tall figures in scarlet kaftans, who are treated with
marked distinction as they move here and there among the
promenaders.
Quadrille music throughout the dialogue. Count Sergius Pavlovich
Panshine, who has just arrived, is standing anxiously in the doorway
of an antechamber with his eyes fixed upon a lady in the costume of
a maid of honor in the time of Catherine II. The lady presently
disengages herself from the crowd, and passes near Count
Panshine, who impulsively takes her by the hand and leads her
across the threshold of the inner apartment, which is unoccupied.)
He. Pauline!
She. You knew me?
He. How could I have failed? A mask may hide your features, not
your soul. There’s an air about you like the air that folds a star. A
blind man knows the night, and feels the constellations. No coarse
sense of eye or ear had made you plain to me. Through these I had
not found you; for your eyes, as blue as violets of our Novgorod, look
black behind your mask there, and your voice—I had not known that
either. My heart said, “Pauline Pavlovna.”
She. Ah, your heart said that? You trust your heart then! ’Tis a
serious risk! How is it you and others wear no mask?
He. The Emperor’s orders.
She. Is the Emperor here? I have not seen him.
He. He is one of the six in scarlet kaftans and all masked alike.
Watch—you will note how every one bows down
Before those figures; thinking each by chance
May be the Tsar; yet none know which is he.
Even his counterparts are left in doubt.
Unhappy Russia! No serf ever wore such chains
As gall our Emperor these sad days.
He dare trust no man.